Violet rolled her eyes when the bartender by the name of Brownie, slammed down her drink. She lightly shook her head and tossed back the shot of Hennesey. None of the women who worked in the club liked her. She never did a thing and was highly introverted. It bothered her when they talked shit behind her back. They went as far as breaking into her locker once and stealing all her tips. Violet did nothing but cry in her lonesome, never one for confrontation. Since, she had two security guards she was close to guard her money when it was on the floor and hold it when it was in bags.
As the liquor twirled through her system, a light smile tugged on her full pink lips and her brown eyes glazed over. Her lips were so puffy and puckered people asked if she had them done. They were so pink, people questioned if the color was a lip gloss she wore all the time.
Violet walked through the club wearing only black six inch heels. Trap music blasted and switched up her heartbeat to join in sync of its base. She got a hold of a pole on one of the four stages and started popping her ass in rhythm of the music. Her hair swayed with each movement as she looked back impressed with the sight of her own ass.
Men were soon allured in seeing the beautiful woman lewdly moving her divine figure like no one was watching.
Her actions were motivated as money rained from all directions. A man who gave her a shot earlier when he saw how the women were treating her, walked up behind her ass that was up in the air. Each cheek danced at its own time sending everyone in a trance with the way it moved with the music. Violet casually rested her chin on her hands then peeked back when she felt a hand lay money on her butt. It fell to the side by the constant movement. She met eyes with him, smiling in acknowledgement that she remembered him from their earlier exchange.
As he laid money, his fingers discreetly slid up her slit. The men could touch her but that area was completely restricted according to club rules. Violet bit her lip and sat up on her hands, throwing her ass back on the front of his jeans. He was ugly but she liked that kind of shit. When men confidently did what they wanted. It drowned her in lust and she performed better than she already did drunk.
Violet stepped off stage once all her money was in a trash bag, safe in the hands of a security guard. She worked the floor, partying with a few people who had been tipping her all night. The ugly nigga kept trying to pull her in. He wanted to take her home and Violet kept running because that was not happening. A group of college boys requested her for their section. A few dancers who had something against her the most were already there. She hesitated but went anyway. Nothing was about to stop her from getting her money.
A dark skin man who was built like a football player, grabbed her by the waist. He partied and rapped to the music with his friends but claimed her as his own for his time remaining. When they were getting ready to go, Violet bent over separating her money from the two other girls.
"Uh uh whatchu doing?" A bitch named Ebony snapped pulling the money back by her stilletoe.
"He threw it. It's my money" She pointed to the dark skin man.
"Bitch you came late. Me and Kat been here"
"But this money hasn't" Violet snapped causing Ebony to launch for her. A guy pulled her back in time as another stepped between them. Violet rolled her eyes agitated. They were always so quick to want to fight her. The commotion brought security who told Violet to just leave the section.
"Okay let me get my money"
"She came late! That's our money!" Kat decided to join the fight.
"No" The security stopped Violet from picking up any bills.
